Six Sentence Sunday, May 27 (Saint of Sinners)
“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …
“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …
Right into the scene, and there’s blood… OK, a significant six.